The house is a suburban town house,
In the back bedroom there's two holes in the wall,
One carpet knife hidden under the carpet,
Along with three blades,
Two windows line the side wall,
One with a chip in the windowpane,
The other with a lose screen to sneak out,
The closet doors are broken,
When you look at it now it's it empty room,
Buried in secrets,
That I have left a year ago,
When I closed the door that,
Was threatened to be taken off its hinges,
               One,
                         Last,
                                    Time.